_Richelieu_. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great
The pen is mightier than the sword.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY.
_Festus_.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
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THOMAS K. HERVEY.
_The Devil's Progress_.
The tomb of him who would have made
The world too glad and free.
* * * * *
He stood beside a cottage lone,
And listened to a lute,
One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,
And the nightingale was mute!
* * * * *
Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,
But never came to shore!
* * * * *
JAMES ALDRICH.
_A Death-Bed_.
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away,
In statue-like repose!
But when the sun, in all his state,
Illumined the eastern skies,
She passed through Glory's morning gate,
And walked in Paradise.
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WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
_Thanatopsis_.
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
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